Chapter 12
Sunday, Brent and Quinn spent part of the morning in bed—no surprise to either of them. Then they walked to a very popular breakfast place not too far from their home for brunch.
They arrived back at the house just after one. Brent unlocked the front door and opened it, stepping inside, about to punch in the security code, with Quinn right behind him.
Suddenly, a shot rang out, and then a second one. Quinn grabbed Brent, dragging him out of the house, shoving him to the ground. Pulling his gun from his waistband, Quinn eased to the side of the open doorway. There was a third shot, and he returned fire. Not that he expected to hit the shooter. He just wanted them to take cover so he could get inside—which he did, dropping to one knee as he swung the gun right to left, looking
